#image is from sometime in last life btw

[overanalysingfandoms]

Insane rambling between me and @jeena-says-hi has produced this:

(Credit to this post for the art)

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[mwphisto]

How many children I think the LaDs Men would have (realistic edition)

A/N: no hate to any of the TikTok creators that have posted their head canons but as someone who works with children three and under every day?? Raf is not surviving 7+ children, Caleb is not having MC carry 9 kids…

Xavier

⭐️Xavier is a one and done type of man for sure

⭐️You don’t have kids until later in life, when you’re in your late twenties early thirties

⭐️I feel like Xavier can go either way, boy dad or girl dad but personally think he’d have one boy who is the spitting image of him and even has all of his traits… did your genes even try? You ask yourself this often.

⭐️I can also see Xavier being a one and done and lucking out with twins — fraternal not identical

Rafayel

🎨Rafayel is having three children maximum

🎨Your first is a boy who looks just like their father but acts just like you. The second is another boy, who looks like you and acts just like their father, and the last is a girl who is the perfect mix of you both.

🎨You had your first in your early twenties, Raf was around 26 at the time. Your second came three years later, and your third came a whole five years after that… she was definitely a “let’s try for a girl one more time.”

🎨Rafayel booked a vasectomy after your third btw

Zayne

🩺Zaybe has two children and that’s his limit

🩺One was supposed to be the limit but his first baby girl was such a sweetheart he figured one more couldn’t hurt. And luckily for him? It didn’t! Your baby boy was born three years after your daughter and he too was an angel.

🩺Zayne was thirty when you welcomed your daughter. The sweetest mix of you both — his hair and your eyes. She was a quiet but witty little thing and you knew right away she’d need a sibling to be her partner in crime.

🩺It took a lot of convincing, but Zayne couldn’t be happier with his decision to have a little family.

Sylus

🍷Sylus is a one and… oh oops… okay three

🍷You and Sylus welcomed your son a year after marriage. He was the most darling little baby, with his father’s carmine eyes and your smile. Sylus was content with one, and for the longest time so were you.

🍷Then, sometime around your son’s 7th birthday, you accidentally got pregnant and, well, nine months later your twin little girls were born and all three of you were smitten.

🍷You and Sylus’ eyes nearly bulged out of your heads when the doctor said identical twins… sounds familiar!

Caleb

🪐Caleb only got you pregnant twice and just so happened to strike gold… you have four children total.

🪐Your first baby was welcomed into the world around your mid twenties. A little chunky boy who looked just like his daddy. So sweet and charismatic that you and Caleb were absolutely ready to have another by the time your son was eight months old.

🪐Well, shortly after your son’s first birthday you got a positive test. And one trip to the doctors later revealed you were not pregnant with one, not two, but three babies.

🪐Caleb and you agreed that he’d get a vasectomy and you’d get your tubes tied… double security because HOW?

Heart/star banners are from @cafekitsune

[guiltyandashamed]

THIS IS SP VAGUE BUT maybe MC who only ever wears skirts? You can ignore this if you want, btw I love your writing soooo much! 💗

headcannons: MC who wears skirts

(thx! this is such a cute idea thanks for giving me creative liberty)

You're a fashion-forward MC who wears skirts regularly, favoring shorter styles but always dressing with intentionality and flair. Whether it’s a casual mini, pleated tennis skirt, or a tailored high-waist piece that ties the outfit together, you make it work and make it look good. Your style is confident, expressive, and sometimes a little flirty without needing to explain itself. This is how the brothers react:

Lucifer

Lucifer is the type to notice everything, but he’s also impeccably restrained. He doesn’t show it, but he notices the way the fabric of your skirts sways with every step you take, how they highlight your legs in a way that makes him momentarily lose his train of thought. He’s a little protective, especially in public situations where he feels you might attract unwanted attention. If anyone dares comment on your outfit in a negative light, they’ll find themselves dealing with his cold glare. He won’t voice it, but he likes seeing you in skirts, it suits you, and there’s something about the way you carry yourself that makes the outfit look refined rather than overly flirtatious. Behind closed doors, he may even make a comment about how “those skirts seem to attract a lot of unwanted eyes." But it’s clear he’s protective in his own quiet way.

Mammon

Leviathan

You're killing him. Full stop. Every time you walk past in one of those short skirts, he’s internally combusting. His eyes dart, his brain short-circuits “D-don’t bend over like that, human! You tryin’ to give me a heart attack?!” He’s obsessed with your style and insists he’s just “lookin’ out for ya,” but let’s be real: he’s mesmerized. Jealous of the wind, even. He’ll end up buying you more skirts, too, under the excuse of “Ya looked cute in that last one so… here, whatever.” He’s mesmerized by how effortlessly confident you look, especially when you spin or twirl in a skirt. There’s something about the way you wear it that makes him feel both proud and possessive. If you wear a particularly flirty one, he may try to joke about it. “Gotta be careful with that one, yeah? Or I’ll be carrying you around all day to keep those other demons from looking.” As much as he likes the view, he’s also keen on making sure no one else gets too close

Levi’s not okay. He’s so used to fantasy characters wearing short skirts and now here you are, real-life, looking like an anime protagonist and walking next to him. He stares, then gets flustered, then tries not to stare. It’s a loop. He won’t say anything at first, but when you catch him sneaking glances, he practically folds in on himself. “Y-you’re seriously just gonna wear that? Like it’s n-no big deal?!” He lowkey loves it though, he just doesn’t know how to survive it. He’s embarrassed but can’t stop looking. He tries to distract himself by playing a new game or binge-watching anime, but no matter what, his eyes wander to the way your skirt fits. He tries to hide behind his computer screen or his manga, but the truth is, he’s a little in awe. The idea of you wearing skirts seems to match perfectly with his image of you as someone from a world that’s somehow more perfect than reality. He’ll ask if your willing to cosplay as some of his favorite skirt-wearing characters, and if you do, his brain blows a fuse.

Satan

Satan’s reactions are more subtle, but he’s definitely not immune to the way you carry yourself in a skirt. He watches you from across the room, admiring the way you can move freely, the skirts adding a graceful and almost playful quality to your every step. Satan’s the type to compliment the structure, the color coordination, the tailoring. But if your skirt’s especially short one day and you’re reaching for something on a high shelf? Yeah, he’s quietly gripping his book a little tighter. He won’t make crude comments, but he will murmur something like, “You enjoy turning heads, don’t you?” with that faint smirk of his. He’s far too composed to be obvious, but that doesn’t mean he’s unaffected. Sometimes, he’ll find himself absentmindedly running his fingers over the fabric if you sit near him, but he quickly catches himself. There’s no doubt that Satan finds it attractive and irresistible.

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Asmo is all about skirts. He’s completely enchanted by the way they highlight your legs, and he's got no problem vocalizing it. "Darling, those skirts are a look—and it’s not just the fabric I'm noticing," he teases, his voice dripping with flirtation. If you wear skirts frequently, he’ll be ecstatic, constantly complimenting your outfit and suggesting even more glamorous ones he thinks would look perfect on you. But Asmo’s mischievous side kicks in, he'll “borrow” or “swap” your skirts for ones he deems a better fit. “You’re never going to wear that skirt again, darling,” he’ll say as he gives you something more revealing or sparkly. He’s a little sneaky with his admiration but always makes sure you know how divine you look. In fact, he might ask you to model them for him, just so he can see you twirl in the most attention-grabbing outfit possible.

Belphegor

Beel doesn’t say much, but he notices. Especially when you're walking ahead of him. He’ll glance down, tilt his head slightly, then snap his eyes forward like a gentleman. He’s protective without being overbearing, walking on the outside of the street, standing behind you in crowds. When others stare, he narrows his eyes. He doesn’t mind that you wear skirts; he minds that other people forget how to behave when you do. Still, when you ask him if it looks good, he’ll blink and say, “It looks really good on you,” like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. If you're ever a bit uncomfortable, or frequently pulling your skirt down in public, without a word he'll take his jacket off and wrap it around your shoulders. It's chivalry you'll willingly accept.

He teases you, of course. “Another skirt today? Trying to distract me from my naps?” But he’s a fan, even if he pretends not to be. When you wear something especially cute, he’ll tug you onto the bed and bury his face in your lap, mumbling, “Comfy and pretty. Nice.” He’s the one who’ll idly play with the hem while the two of you lounge together, eyes half-lidded, watching you from under long lashes. He likes how you express yourself, even if he pretends he’s too sleepy to care. He enjoys watching you move around the house, your skirts flowing with your every motion. If you catch him looking, he’ll roll his eyes, but there’s a flicker of admiration in his gaze. If he ever feels jealous or protective, he’ll only show it in the most passive-aggressive way, something like, “You really should change out of that before someone else starts staring, don’t you think?” But when he says it, you know it's his form of caring.

[another-goblin]

A little analysis of Ratio's owl symbolism. He's absolutely covered (and surrounded) with stylized images of owls. Here are just some examples (feel free to study him to find more). He was even (apparently) supposed to wear an owl mask in an older version of his design. But why.

1. In western culture, owls are traditionally associated with knowledge and wisdom, which indicates his connection with Erudition, as a scientist. That's the most obvious explanation for his owl imagery, and probably the only one intended by the designers. But why stop here. Why not overanalyze it.

2. Owls are known as highly specialized and effective predators. So basically, an embodiment of the Hunt.

Dr. Ratio (about the phase flame): Do you know what to do with cornered prey? Hunt it to the death.

Btw, considering that paths are not just a gameplay convention but the actual in-universe things characters recognize in themselves and others, it's even more ironic that the character who dedicated his whole life to science and education belongs to the Hunt. Because gameplay-wise, the Hunt is the opposite of Erudition. The poor guy couldn't have been further away from Nous even if he tried.

3. Owls are good at being unnoticed. They hunt by hiding, observing, and waiting for the right time to strike. It reminds me of that mission at Herta Station, where we first met him. Most people on the station didn't even know that he was there, even though he personally saved these researchers. 

Screwllum (about Ratio's involvement in that mission): …and pulling the strings from behind the curtain is akin to laying down the gauntlet to a genius.

There is a theory that more or less the same thing is happening on Penacony, with most characters probably not knowing that he's even there.

4. The special structure of an owl's wings and feathers makes their flight practically noiseless, so they can approach their prey unnoticed. In addition to point 3, with him moving through Herta station unnoticed, it also reminds me of how he silently disappeared a couple of times in the middle of his conversation with Aventurine.

5. They gave him vertical pupils, probably in an attempt to make his eyes more owl-like. The problem is, I wasn't able to find a single photo of an owl with vertical pupils. They are round. So, if anything, it makes him look more like a cat.

6. And the last point, it's most likely not true, it's my little conspiracy/crack-theory. 

But he's sometimes referred to as a Professor; he's as much of an Owl as Aventurine is a peacock. Game, please don't tell me he has nothing to do with Penacony's Professor Owl the origami birds often mention, whoever it is.

In fact, if he wasn't too young for that, I wouldn't be surprised if he had something to do with the creation of Dreaworld. Because he mentioned before that taking a bath helps him with going to sleep, and on Penacony you take a bath to go to sleep (what are the chances), and then you enter a world filled with images of owls. It's probably actually nothing, but what a coincidence.

[obsessive-valentine]

How would Dark-Yandere!Farmer react to finding reader taking Polaroid photo shoots of his retired senior dogs in silly clothing like sunglasses, hair clips, etc. Btw love your writing keep up the good work!🫶🏼

Dark-Yandere!Farmer x GN!Reader

TW - Readers def developing Stockholm Syndrome or something of the sort, nothing else though this fix is sweeter as an apology for the intense one last time about reader being punished. This was meant to be a qick paragraph or two as an answer but I got to deep into lore and this sweet scenario as it’s a side of him we don’t see much. Thanks for the idea glad you’re liking this blog❤️

I’ll proof read later

You’d expressed an interest in his old cameras after he let you rummage through a few boxes he’d stored away. In a box he’s got a old digital camera a Polaroid one and then a really fragile one that’s much older than the rest, you didn’t dare pick it up in fear it would fall adapt just by touch. Then at the bottom of the box, a few images, some developed film some printed. You recognised him in some home images or family portraits, he looked like a happy kid with a cheesy grin sometimes even pictured on this very farm but most of them look to be taken in a small town house.

It’s weird to imagine at one point he was just a normal kid, living a normal life, photos of him blowing out candles on his birthday or with some older family members reminded you that no ones born ‘bad’. Makes you wonder why he’s the way he is now, what happened?

A part of you wanted to take one of those sweet images of him as a child and hide it away, to uncover and re-remind yourself he’s not a living monster but a human and a kind one at times. To ground yourself when he gets angry and all you can see him as is a living demon. To set the aspiration that if he was once so -he can be again.

You recognised a woman from the images as his mother because he kept a image of her in the bedside draw, she looked loving and kind. But he’d never talk about her, answering your careful questions about her with “she was a good mother” or “she was an admirable woman” he seemed emotionally withdrawn about it so you didn’t push it. You figured since she’s dead he’s just remembering her face.

The rest of the pictures seemed to be from the building of this farm, dated on the back in scruffy hands writing, maybe by his father or grandfather. You could look through this pile of history for hours, not just to learn more about your captor but about the history of this place and the his family that he’s so reluctant to talk about.

The ladder to the attic creaks behind you and his distinct heavy boots land with a thud and groan on the ladder steps “what’s got you so occupied up here?” You felt like you’d been caught looking in something you shouldn’t have despite having permission “j-just these cameras, I had a polaroid camera once” you turned to him showing him the old camera, he now off the ladder and standing over you.

“Hmm, old thing -maybe older than us” he gently took it from you hands to inspect it “probably still works if you want it, not any use just sitting up here” he hands it back “thank you” you reply with a smile he waves you off and crouches down beside the box with you. He shuffles through it completely ignoring the images from his past and he rummages in search of something “No film stacks though, I’ll pick some up from town next time”

“Really?” You look over at him in excitement, he shrugs “sure” he stands up ready to head back down stairs “had I known you’d be so happy I’d have gotten you one sooner” he chuckles at your excitement over something so small.

To you it’s much more than a old camera to take up some free time when you get bored. It’s yours, you can control it, keep it for your own. You don’t have much things that’s yours anymore but the collections growing.

...

You’d basically forgotten about getting film for your camera as a week or two had passed. But he hadn’t, he returned to the truck once again being one of may shops he had to stop at. But this time he didn’t have heavy bags of stock or material and tools for the farm but just 3 small boxes that he could carry in just one hand.

He sat down in his seat and extended his hand to give you the boxed, you furrowed your brows in confusion until you read one of the box’s. A big smile plastered you face when you got to the word ‘film’ “that should be enough to last you a long while” “thank you” you grinned giving him a quick hug out of appreciation.

Once you both pulled into the driveway of the farm you had already thought up many picture opportunities, and you couldn’t wait to get to it. The car parked and he gave you the go ahead “You can finally get to your photography, take some pretty pictures” you practically ran to the house to retrieve the camera.

...

You’d been in the house for a hour or two at this point and he’d began to get a bit concerned, usually you’d come outside now and then or spend the afternoon in the barn playing with the animals. But no sign of you. He put the final nail into the fence he was fixing and decided to come check on you.

He got to the front door and could hear you laughing before even opening it “good boy Berty, you’re so handsome” his curiosity peaked at those words, he quietly made his way to the room you and presumably Berty the elderly farm dog was in and observed from the door frame.

There you sat, infront of Berty whose dressed up in various items and fabrics mimicking clothes. The camera clicks and your silent as you watch it develop, Berty still sits patiently. “We got the picture, look at how dapper you look” you praise him and he gets exited leaving all the items fall off his as he runs up to you to get pet.

“When I said pretty pictures I was envisioning landscapes or with artistic vision” he jokes still standing in the door way unable to not smile at such a bizarre but cute sight. You stand shocked for a moment, he’s not one to creep up on you, it when you see his amused smile you loosen back up. “This is artistic vision, and Bertys my muse, look at how handsome” you joke and show him the photo “it’s something alright” he almost laughs out.

“Hey, this is worthy of a museum, the composition the choice of colours the muse, it all tells a story” you continue to joke, he just shakes his head unable to wipe away his smile “as long as your happy, I guess” “I am, thank you again” moments like this you forget everything you went though and are able to exist in ignorance.

Those moments are becoming more frequent now especially since he’s began to become more relaxed, he wasn’t as authoritarian anymore, your sure if you pushed it he wouldn’t have a 2nd thought of going back to the way things were. There’s always that lingering threat but it’s not as pronounced anymore. You’re starting to see the love he has for you, sometimes unconventional and deranged possessiveness but moments like this, seeing him smile and joke you can delude yourself into believing he’s a normal partner.

He brings you in closer by the hips “you’re so cute” his grin is akin to the little boy in those pictures, you’ve seemed to restore a part of his childish cheer. He pecks your lips “I bet the barn animals are missing you, maybe you should take this photography session to them, I’m sure they’ll appreciate the attention”

And that’s what you did, dressed up the chickens though they didn’t stay still -the cows were great models -but a few animals tried to eat the accessories and clothing which made things harder. The farmer got less work done than normal that afternoon as he found it quite amusing and cute watching you through the cracked barn door trying to wrestle a bow onto a goat.

[chasedeys]

hello again i have another fic concept and am very curious about your thoughts

sooo seeing ja’marr with his kid (cutest thing in the world btw) made me think about him, for whatever reason, asking joe to babysit for him one day. and joe is good with kids but probably doesn’t have a lot of experience taking care of them? idk. i just think he’d panic a bit at first and then he’d realize it’s not that bad

but what i was really thinking about is when ja’marr comes back he finds both joe and the kid asleep on the couch and they aren’t even together at this point but it makes ja’marr fall even more in love bc he sees his two fav people together like that and it’s just such a soft sweet moment <3

GRAHHHH the way im still trying to reply to your last reply to the fwb au 😭 but i adoreeeee the image of them with kids so much thank youuu for giving me the chance (yet again) to yap about this oml i ran with this i apologize in advance:

joe and ja'marr both love kids sooooo much you can see it every time they interact with them!! but the thing is I've never seen joe actually hold up a child which is kind of impressive tbh considering how.....extensive joe's archive of pics is here lmao. has he never once in his life been photographed holding a baby or. have i just not come across any.

ja'marr is totally the type to swing children around by their legs and fling them around in a circle as they climb him like a jungle gym etc etc just 100% comfortable and secure in himself that he can catch any kid if they fall or never even getting them to that point in the first place. just clocked that this is maybe because of his wr training lmao. or just a case of extremely good dad reflexes who knows! i don't actually know what point i wanted to make here i just wanted to say something about this 😭.

joe doesn't know how to interact with children below the ages of 5. no like he'd be good at it of course but if you squint your eyes you can see him visibly sweating from the entire exchange 😭 but he loves it!! loves meeting little kids who idolize him!! he does not know how to carry babies without having his entire torso and limbs (both upper and bottom for some reason) stiffening up. ja'marr once handed him junior without thinking much of it to fuss over the baby car seat and when he turned back 10 minutes later after a losing battle it's to the sight of joe frozen in time staring blankly at ja'marr junior who is doing him absolutely no help just staring right back entranced at his face. they might be locked in a staring contest. they're definitely locked in a staring contest because ja'marr has called both their names repeatedly and has been ignored the entire time. cute stuff. snapped a pic to share to his parents, sister, tee, joe's parents and brothers, the entire wr group chat etc etc.

but!!! he has an amazing ability to just....exist in the same space with the quieter children, the nonverbal ones. even manages to take them out of their bubble sometimes and bond over the most obscure shit you can think of (neurodivergents solidarity tbh). if it's the more enthusiastic outspoken ones he's happy to just let them lead the convo, always so accommodating and fascinated by their way of thinking! he just adores kids just as much as ja'marr he loves talking to them and hearing their thought process and current obsessions and when ja'marr jumps in he loves seeing them light up even more because ja'marr always knows the right words to get them to loosen up and start snort-laughing, when to tease and poke, when to be firm and admonishing. joe's more of a pushover i guess lol he lets them walk all over him and has no backbone to speak of. when they meet little fans on the street who get a bit overbearing don't know when to knock it off ja'marr's usually the one who successfully gets them to back off and let joe breath. this might also be because his boundless energy matches the kids more easier hmm.

BUT you're asking abt joe babysitting ja'marr jr sorry got incredibly side tracked over them with children 😭

maybe it's a little wr training thing where ja'marr has to go for idk 3 days and the baby mama can't take junior for the whole week and his parents are having an anniversary cruise vacation and his sister is on the other side of the country and his usual babysitter (neighbor's teenage kid lol) is having an exam season and sure he could ask any of his friends who would go the extra mile for him but!! the number one person in his mind and soul who he would feel absolutely 100% comfortable and safe leaving the beloved piece of his heart outside of his body with is one joseph lee burrow. who might possibly think that taking care of junior primarily involves him staring directly and piercingly at the little kid watching lion king for the whole two and a half hours of runtime. all without taking a single eye off of him. like at all. which is. well.

joe manfully says yes to ja'marr's sincere plea and is handed junior and his entire baby bag with some fanfare because ja'marr is always one for dramatics. joe is staring bemusedly down at the one year old child who had somehow ended up in the circle of his arms drooling on the fabric of his old faded acid wash tee while ja'marr is fussing over setting up a little toy station in the middle of joe's living room and stocking up joe's kitchen with all the meals and snacks and milk he brought for junior. he's also yapping in his usual endearing way over all the things joe has to look out for, allergies, times for meals and snacks, what to do when junior starts crying, when to let him just run around and when to get him to sit the fuck down, what some of the baby babble junior likes to blurt out mean, etc etc just baby essentials and everything that joe would usually very easily sort through but he's kind of. completely overwhelmed here on the pending sole responsibility over a one year old baby—his best friend's actual living breathing mini version of him—for the next 72-ish hours and tries very hard not to freak the fuck out.

in the end ja'marr is just standing in front of joe holding his son so carefully like he's something so precious while baby ja'marr is slowly blinking awake to the sight of joe's own blue eyes looking wide-eyed down at him and feeling something so right and warm when junior immediately reaches out an arm to press against an enchanted joe's cheek and start laughing when joe flinches and weirdly fumbles around. god the image of joe with a little kid i can't do this. ja'marr snapped a pic ofc had to immortalize the first ever lone babysitting gig with joe. little baby ja'marr album <3

love the idea of this being pre-relationship with ja'marr enthusiastically stepping forward all up in joe's space and hugging junior via hugging joe and blowing raspberries all over his son's cheeks in his usual goodbye-routine while joe's staring wide-eyed because wow this is. an incredibly close view of—of all this. all within his reach. of a sort. and then ja'marr turns his bright baby-ja'marr-special-smile upwards towards joe and dumbly (dumb-of-ass-ly!!) smooches joe's cheek too on. like. autopilot (or is it!) and blusters through the immediate oh-my-god-i-just-did-that leaving like a whirlwind through the front door yelling to just call him if he has questions. and joe's just. left standing there stupefied beyond belief and can't even reach up a hand to press against his warmed cheek because he's terrified of letting go even a single hand from carrying junior. who is clapping his hands in delight, already in love with joe from the first time they met long before and beyond delighted that he gets to hang out with the nice blond man with the warm hands who makes his daddy laugh like that. didn't even cry getting left alone by his dad!! which is a Very Important and Heartening thing to note when left with a baby not your own but joe doesn't know that (yet)!! anyway.

then follows a wonderful lovely saga of joe learning how to take care of junior and it's!! ja'marr's kid!!!!! he literally cannot do anything wrong to fuck up junior even if he tried because that's ja'marr's blood and soul over there in pint-sized form. it took a whole minute for him to fall completely in love the first time they met and with them being left alone for the first time it takes barely an hour for him to learn literally everything there is to know about the kid (proverbially of course. junior's first time asking to go potty nearly made him breakdown. called his mom in distress, got laughed at for a full minute, before she helped him the best she could through face time and then spent the next hour cooing over an equally enamored junior through the phone) because he's literally an extension of ja'marr, who he knows better than the back of his palm!!

anyway when ja'marr comes by to pick him up again bringing a shit ton of food as a little thank you also—he easily barges through the front door with his own key, not not worried exactly because the last time joe texted him was to snap a pic of junior trying on one of his custom glove (tiny hand in big glove!!) which was a whole hour and a half ago and didn't reply to any of the texts ja'marr sent asking if he wanted gross junk food A or B for dinner.

came to the truly heart melting sight of moana playing on 20% volume while joe is stretched out on his couch in one of his eccentric t-shirts and grey sweats, hair rumpled beyond saving, baby ja'marr settled on top of him in a tiger onesie with his head tucked right on top of joe's heart snuggled up under one of the fluffy blankets ja'marr got for him that's barely covering joe, both dead to the world asleep. ja'marr instantly brings out his phone and takes a whole bunch of pictures from literally every angle AND several videos of the 1 minute and over variety. immediately shared to everyone he knows that matters within the hour. the very first pic of them both snapping awake to stare up at him leaning over the couch in groggy shock looking weirdly alike is for him and him only though. the next pic of them with smiles starting to bloom through staring right at him is made into his phone's background that night. joe has the pic printed on polaroids one for each of them and they each keep it in their wallets. wow this is corny as hell sorry but.

sooooo compelling if this was like. THE feelings realization for him like—'oh. ohhh my god. oh no. oh wait a damn fucking second this is not that. i am not in love with him. i do not want ja'marr jr growing up with him as the other half of his parental unit no. no. oh god.' yeah.

had a little family dinner afterwards on the couch watching the jungle book <3 junior usually chooses to sit on ja'marr's lap but he's sticking close to joe and it makes ja'marr feel all fuzzy and dizzy. little kid tucked between these two whose bodies are turned to one another caging the kid so he won't fall. laughing together playfully smearing sauce all over baby ja'marr to make him shriek and laugh. spending the night there anyway because it's midnight all of junior's stuff is still there enough for an extra day or several and ja'marr can just use joe's stuff anyway and really ja'marr doesn't think junior is ever letting go of joe's shirt so.

this is just incredibly self-indulging 😭 and i don't actually know what to call ja'marr jr wkwkk

ending this with a little screenshot of ja’marr and ja’marr 🥰🫶 they're sooooooo cute

ok bye!!

[sharkbitten-sailor]

rq - plspls with a cherry on top could you write platonic HCs for older brother c00lk1dd from TRUD??? js cried for 30 mins over this ine fanart with him and c00lkidd from forsaken thnak u!! take ur time with this btw no rush

[tr:ud] c00lk1dd & sibling!reader headcanons .ᐟ

a/n; ah, my first trud request! this was originally meant to be deleted since i hadn't opened writing requests for trud yet, but thanks to the 100 followers poll, here you go!

warning: potential ooc & mischaracterization ahead, first time writing hcs for trud character so bear with me </3

- just a heads-up: reader uses they/them pronouns, is a survivor, and likely the younger sibling. they were supposed to be a killer but i feel like angsty today :]

- c00lk1dd has a mess of amnesia. he doesn’t remember you. or maybe he does? there’s something in the corner of his mind, whispering that you matter. painfully important. that he knew you once, deeply.

- but the memory never surfaces. your name sits on the tip of his tongue, always out of reach.

- and for you? it hurts more than anything else. because you do remember. he’s your brother. the one you loved so fiercely it still hurts to breathe.

- so instead of trying to make him remember, you avoid him. every chance you get. because pretending you’re strangers is easier than slicing the wound open all over again. besides, how could you ever be close again when you now stand on opposite ends of the hunt? one marked as prey, the other molded into a predator.

- it never fails to piss him off. that strange twist in his stomach, that feeling he can’t name. so he lashes out. targets you the second the round starts like instinct. sometimes, he even tries to make it brutal. like that'll fix something.

- but it never works. not once. the feeling’s still there. worse, even. deeper, sharper, like a blade turned inward. especially when you look at him like that. with those eyes. pitiful. quiet. haunting. and it sticks with him. even after you're gone.

- he starts look at you like he’s trying to solve something. not the sharp gaze of a predator hunting prey. more like someone chasing a memory they can't quite reach. like you're the missing piece to a puzzle he never knew he lost.

- they call him a monster. a glitchy brute with no soul. and maybe they’re right. but around you? he falters. every single time. blade raised, hesitation blooming. voice caught between a snarl and a question he doesn’t know how to ask.

- so now you’re often the last one standing. spared by ‘accident,’ or taken out quickly like ripping off a bandage. either way, it always leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. even now, he still can’t get used to it.

- it gets worse when he sees you patching yourself up with trembling fingers, panic mixed with tears in your eyes, blood that isn't quite yours staining your hands. there's something about that image that rattles him. a voice buried deep screams that this isn't how it should be. not you.

- and yet, trial after trial, he fails to stop. fails to act. fails to remember. all he does is hesitate. and in that space between memory and instinct, you always run.

- he doesn’t chase. not right away.

- he starts calling you 'kid' without knowing why. scowls after saying it, like the name betrays him. but deep down, it feels oddly natural. familiar. like it belongs to you.

- he won’t walk beside you, won’t look directly at you- but you’ll notice him lingering nearby. like he’s making sure the other killers don’t push too far. like some part of him still wants to protect you, even if he doesn’t know why.

- or maybe it’s that quiet warmth again. the kind that used to come from shared laughter and childhood secrets. now it flickers in your presence, foreign but familiar. he feels it every time you’re near. and though he doesn’t understand it, he can’t stay away from it either.

- might fidget with his gloves when you’re nearby. doesn’t know what to do with his hands. like they used to hold yours in another life and miss the familiarity.

- one time, seeing you fumble with your medkit… hands shaking, bandage peeling off mid-wrap… just snaps something in him. like the ache in his chest had been simmering and this?? this clumsy self-patching nonsense?? it boils over.

- he appears out of god knows where, grabs your wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to freeze you in place and yanks the medkit from your hands. you don’t even get the chance to flinch before he’s roughly, grudgingly, patching you up himself. fast. practiced. like he’s done this before, a thousand lives ago.

- all the while, he’s grumbling. loud. frustrated. “you look pathetic.” “what, never learned how to wrap a wound properly?” “fool.” but underneath the venom, it’s panic translated into anger. he’s scared, because this wasn’t supposed to shake him like that.

- when he finishes, he doesn’t wait for thanks. he drops the kit beside you, clicks his jaw, and vanishes back into the mist with a choked static growl.

- you’re left behind with a half-wrapped bandage, a heartbeat in your ears, and the gut-deep realization: he still cares. he just doesn’t know how to show it anymore.

- hope sparked that day. you held it tight, chasing the wish that once felt too far.

- he doesn’t remember being your brother. but something in him starts to act like one again.

a/n; you can guess tumblr fucked up my inbox and drafts to the point it crashed out like this.. sighs.

[honeypiehotchner]

Devil's Backbone (Unsub!Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part nine

We'll be back to Wed/Fri next week I promise!! Btw I listened to "Decode" a lot while writing more of Hotch spiraling so......

Warnings: reader dealing w the aftermath of how Hotch treated her in the last chapter, more lies

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Nine: How did we get here? -- "Decode" by Paramore

After you left, Hotch continued talking to himself for a few seconds before “ending” the phone call. He felt stupid faking a call, but he needed you to leave and not ask questions. He knew you had questions, and that was worrisome.

He hadn’t meant for all of that to happen. But he felt better now, reinvigorated, so that was worth it, he supposed. He needed the boost of energy. He had unsubs to find. You would understand.

The unsub who ran would be hard to find, Hotch knew that. He was good at hiding, it was what took them so long to track him down in the first place, and they wouldn’t have if it weren’t for the kid.

But there were others Hotch could take care of in the meantime. One in particular was just a few hours south. He could use a road trip.

+++

You didn’t tell anyone about your night with Aaron. You couldn’t. You were barely able to make sense of it in your own mind, let alone speak it out loud to someone else.

The way he handled you. It was different from before. His hands had changed.

You took the day off from work, telling Rossi you just needed to sleep. The last case exhausted you; that was all. He tried to press, but eventually let you go.

But you didn’t sleep. You slept after having sex with Aaron because you were past the point of exhaustion. You had no choice but to sleep, but now you weren’t tired enough. Your mind was still awake and running wild with questions.

You replayed the night over in your brain until it felt like it didn’t happen at all.

You laid on your couch, stared at the ceiling, and dozed. Remade the night in your head until it was a fantasy of what could’ve been if he had only let you in and let you love him in the first place.

Your phone rang and you wished it was Aaron, but knew it wasn’t. It was Penelope.

You rolled over, and let your voicemail answer.

+++

Hotch made good time driving south to North Carolina. Between energy drinks and chewing Excedrin, he barely needed to sleep at all. The four-hour drive breezed past, and soon he was sitting outside the unsub’s neighborhood, waiting.

He thought too much about you. Turning the radio as loud as it went did nothing to fight off the images of you that flashed before his eyes.

The previous version of him, before Foyet, would have called you instead of repeatedly searching the radio for something interesting. He always ended back up on the news, wanting to hear what was going on locally. Sometimes he checked national news, and sometimes he checked specific forums that he knew to watch, just in case he appeared there.

His stomach growled, and he cussed at it. He knew he should’ve eaten something before parking, but he couldn’t get this unsub off his mind. He’d eat after he handled this unsub. That was a deal he made for himself. He’d be hungry after this, and he needed to drive back to Quantico tonight, too. He couldn’t stay.

It took a few hours until Hotch saw the unsub’s car returning to the neighborhood. Hotch waited a few minutes before jumping out of his car and following.

With his gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans on his back, he knew what he had to do. He didn’t have as much time as he wanted with this unsub, but that was fine. He walked right up to his house, bypassing the open garage to ring the doorbell out front. The unsub answered with a confused greeting.

The ruse worked all the same. The unsub let Hotch into his house willingly, asking “Gideon” how he had been. How nice it was of him to check in. How the unsub had his life turned around.

Hotch waited until the unsub bent to grab drinks from the fridge. He shot him twice in the back of the head and neck, and left him there. The unsub lived alone, but someone would find out eventually. It wasn’t Hotch’s business.

He closed the garage and shut the lights off before he left. No one was home, after all.

+++

You went back to work after one day off. You needed to get off the couch and out of your apartment before you drove yourself insane with overthinking.

What the hell were you thinking? Going to Hotch’s place and going inside like that. Letting him do those things to you. No one could ever know about that. You knew that much. It had to remain a secret. You weren’t supposed to have any contact with him. You knew that, and you broke that rule. Foolishly. You knew better than that.

Penelope was the first to ask how you were doing. You swore she had special senses or something because she was waiting for you when you got off the elevator.

“Hey,” she called out, walking beside you, her heels clicking on the floor. “Rossi said you stayed home yesterday out of the blue. I tried calling you but it went to voicemail.”

“I know, I’m sorry Pen,” you tried to smile. “I was just really tired so I didn’t look at my phone or anything.”

“Okay,” she frowned. “Can I do anything? Tea? Do you want to get lunch together?”

“Sure,” you conceded, smiling genuinely then. “I’d love that. Let’s do lunch.”

“Awesome,” she grinned, her pink lipgloss sparkling with her smile. “I’m off to the cave. Come see me if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded. “I will, thanks Pen.”

Her concern worried you more than anything. You didn’t think you were that obvious with how bad you were doing. You thought you were hiding it well, but then again, there was never any hiding when working with profilers. Even Pen, who didn’t profile every day, still knew her friends extremely well and knew when something was wrong.

Everyone else knew, too. The second you walked through the glass doors, Emily was up and giving you a hug, asking if you felt any better. JJ followed and rubbed your back, asking if you wanted any coffee. Derek came over and gave a hug as well, and his stern look of worry. Reid waved from his desk and said it was glad to see you back.

“I was gone for one day,” you laughed, putting your purse down on your desk and plopping yourself down in your chair.

“It was kinda out of nowhere though,” Reid piped up. “Were you sick?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “I was just exhausted, I think. I slept the whole day.”

“Were you avoiding something?”

“Reid,” Morgan warned. “Relax.”

Spencer grimaced. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you shook your head. “Maybe I was, who knows? I’ll bring it up to my therapist,” you grinned, but none of them laughed. You cleared your throat. They stared back at you. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Nothing,” Emily said, shrugging, letting out a weak chuckle. “We all need therapists after the few months we’ve had.”

“You guys don’t have therapists?” Reid asked.

That got everyone to laugh.

“Oh, uh, by the way,” Morgan nudged your shoulder. “Rossi wanted to see you at some point today.”

“Okay…” He probably just wanted to check on you, but still, it unnerved you. “I’ll go get that over with now.”

You hauled yourself up and skipped up the stairs, bypassing Hotch’s office. You tried not to look at the door too long, but it startled you, seeing it empty. You kept walking, knocking on Rossi’s door and listening for him to invite you inside.

He opened the door for you, looking relieved to see that it was you. “Hey, come on in.”

You were welcomed inside and sat down on Rossi’s couch, and he took the seat next to you. You thought this meant that the conversation was a friendly check-in, but it verged away from friendly very quickly.

“Did you visit Aaron?”

You tried to keep your shock under control. “I did.”

“How was he?” Rossi asked.

“Good,” you lied. “I gave him some flowers. They seemed to cheer him up.”

“That’s good,” Rossi smiled softly. “How are you?”

“Fine,” you lied again, this time shrugging. “Moving on from it. Thanks for letting me have yesterday off. Resting really helped.”

Rossi waved his hand. “No need to thank me, but I’m glad it helped.” He paused, exhaling. “Strauss is worried about Aaron.”

“We all are,” you shrugged. “He’s been through a lot.”

“Yes, he has,” Rossi agreed. “But she’s…more concerned than we are, I’ll say. I was wondering if you wanted to shed some light on how he’s doing.”

“I mean, he…” You trailed off, fiddling with your hands. Should you say something? You didn’t care about betraying him. You did that when you first contacted Strauss. Betraying him wasn’t the issue.

It was admitting to yourself that something was wrong with him. Deeply. Enough to cause serious, genuine worry. Enough to intervene.

But what proof of that did you have? That he fucked you and kicked you out? You were not going to disclose that information, especially not to Rossi.

“He’s as good as you can expect him to be while grieving,” you finally said. “I think he’s fine.”

Rossi clearly did not believe you, but he let it go, and let you go back to your desk, which was completely fine with you.

You were saddled with paperwork that you didn’t do yesterday, and more because apparently new Use of Force reports are due. When are they not due?

Lunchtime rolled around slowly, and you sprung up from your desk like you were on a trampoline when Penelope came waltzing through the doors.

She laughed when she saw you were already standing. “Normally I have to pry you from your desk.”

“I’m starving,” you said. It was a half-lie. “Where are we eating?”

“Wherever you want,” she linked your arm in hers. “Anyone else want to join? JJ?”

JJ walked past briskly, shaking her head. “Can’t, sorry, sorting through some files.” She bounded the steps to the second level, pausing to lean over the railing. “I’ve misplaced a couple-- It’s not a big deal, they’re probably just buried under everything, but still. Thanks though.” She breezed into Rossi’s office and shut the door.

Pen blinked. “Okay.” She gave you a weird look and you returned it. “Any other takers?”

Reid was mid-bite of his usual PB&J, and Emily and Morgan were on the phone, shaking their heads.

You and Pen left the BAU alone, preparing for an ultimate girls lunch. Complete with food and gossip. Except, you weren’t in the mood for gossip because all Pen wanted to know about was Hotch. Before you even ordered food, Pen started with the questions.

“Okay, obviously something happened, because you never go off the grid like that.” She leaned forward on the table. “What happened yesterday?”

“Nothing happened,” you insisted. Because technically, it was the day before. Not that that even remotely mattered. “I was just tired.”

“Did you go see Hotch?”

Your eyes widened. “Penelope.”

“I knew it!” she cheered quietly. “I knew it! You two were too close when he was here, I knew you’d keep in touch.”

“We haven’t exactly kept in touch,” you replied. “He refuses to speak to me.” Technically the truth. He did refuse to speak to you. He might have fucked you, but there was no talking involved. Barely any.

“What?”

“I went to his apartment with some flowers to apologize and wish him well but he… He refused to speak to me,” you shrugged. “I mean, he took the flowers, but we barely spoke, and I left.” You kept your eyes down on your drink, swirling your straw, hoping you came across as ashamed and not a liar.

“Oh, babe…” Penelope rested her hand on yours. “I am so sorry. You really liked him.”

“I did,” you exhaled through a small laugh, then shook your head. “But it’s fine. Other fish in the sea, and all that. Not to mention,” you lowered your voice, “he’s my boss, Pen. What was I thinking?”

“Uh, you were thinking how hot it is,” she replied, her voice just above a whisper, but she was grinning. “It’s fine to have fantasies! Don’t beat yourself up over it.” She squeezed your hand.

“Thanks, Pen,” you smiled, squeezing her hand back. “Now. What are we thinking for food? I really am starving.”

+++

Hotch was just about to head out to find another unsub when his phone began ringing. He sighed heavily and spun around, hoping it wasn’t you, because the last thing he wanted to do was deal with you any more. It turned out to be Rossi.

“Hey Dave,” Aaron made sure to smile as he said it, hoping that translated in his tone. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Rossi sighed. “The usual. What are you up to?”

Aaron set his duffle bag down gently. Rossi never called for no reason. “Was just about to head on a short run,” Aaron said.

“Running a lot lately, huh?”

“Yeah,” Aaron chuckled, suddenly worried. Was Rossi onto him? How was he supposed to know? He felt ridiculous, being a profiler and unable to tell what Rossi was feeling. “It’s been good for uh…coping, you know. I don’t know,” he laughed. “I probably sound stupid.”

“Not at all,” Dave replied. “I won’t keep you. I just had one quick question.”

There it is. “Sure, what is it?”

“JJ is missing a few files, and I was just wondering if you might have them. The Holman case, the Goodman case, and a few others.”

“Holman?” Hotch asked. “Wasn’t he killed a few days ago?” Only a few days ago…what happened to the time?

“Yeah,” Dave sighed. “Anyway, take a look through your office after your run and give me a call, deal?”

“Deal,” Hotch said, smiling again. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“See ya,” Dave replied. “Don’t give yourself a stroke.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hotch laughed. “Bye.”

Hotch sighed, setting his phone on the counter. This next unsub had to wait until the next day. Hotch had files to burn.

[youcancallmeemma]

Omg... she's... done... it's... 4am😭

Smiling & CO by: @springbon-t-art

I'm... kinda proud of her, ngl😝 Massive improvement from my last drawing! (Btw, can you recognize the background I used😏)

More (unnecessary) Info about her under the cut if you're interested!!

She's actually a gacha character... one of my OG OCs from gacha... I recently made her in gacha life two, just to get a rush of nostalgia. Then I saw this post... and I know it was time to show her off.

I wish I could make images smaller :(

I made some couple changes when I drew her!! Like her mask and her top. The reason is bc I'm still learner how to draw, and I'm pretty bad at drawing loose or detailed clothing sooo... yeah. I just pretended that she got different clothes on for the photo 😀 I also just realized I forgot to finish her belt... NOOOOOO😭😭😭😭

Her goopy eye!! So, I can't remember the lore I gave the poor lady, but she had something going on.

The only thing I do remember is that she sometimes wears an eyepatch to cover her eye, but she hates it so she usually has it off.

She's also strong!! I visibly remember saying that myself "She's super buff and string and cool...heh" when I was playing gacha life at like 10 years old... or something.

Nothing else really!!

Inspiration for the pose:

https://pin.it/2LzONiJGF

To see my improvement:... I'm cringing so bad rn🙂

[hauntedwitch04]

Owl

Modern!Rhysand x reader

Words: about 1.0k words

Warnings: some angst but than is totally fluff and happy, rhysie is just a lovey dovey

Author’s note: Hi everybody! Sorry to be this late, life is just being crazy right now. I hope you like this, even if I know it's note exactly my best!

P.s this is the result of a sleepy trip on the train to get at uni :), like every oneshot I'm writing btw ahahah

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DAY 9: "Did you really gift me an owl?" "You love the little one from Harry Potter, so i thought it would be a good gift."

You have known Rhys since you were very young, but even today you are still sometimes amazed at the shit he can pull off.

Your father worked for his father at the Night C. Corporation, was his right-hand man, and that always allowed the two of you to hang out and play together. As you grew up then you became closer and closer, being part of the same group of friends and supporting each other in the escapes you both made from your homes, tired of the toxic environment you lived in.

You never had a good relationship with or your own, and because of that you considered her mother to be your own, since she also considered you essentially a daughter.

You were beside him in all the moments of his life, both the good and the bad. You were by his side even as he buried his mother and sister, whom you also regarded as a younger sister and loved sincerely, who died in a car accident with the father of what was once his best friend, Tamlin, who was hardly hurt in the accident.

At the funeral, you had seen him shed only one tear, a single drop of weeping had run down his face during the entire event, as he stood next to his father, who as always had a hard, impenetrable gaze, although this time in his eyes you could actually see the pain of loss. Rhys had only let himself go with you, when you had gone to his room in the evening to tell him you were going home and to say good night. He had fallen to the floor in front of you, hugging your knees as he cried in despair, immediately you had lowered yourself to his level and hugged him, letting him vent in the crook of his neck as I gently stroked his back.

Eventually you had fallen asleep hugging him as you held him close, since he had asked you to stay and if he could hold you because he needed human contact, or rather he needed to feel you close.

A few months after this had happened his father had also died, however, from natural causes, leaving him holding his entire empire when he was little more than a boy.

You even here never abandoned him and helped him to run what was left to him, and he in return had appointed you vice president. Many had not appreciated this choice, along with that of hiring his most various friends on the board, and he in response had simply fired them.

And that brings us to where we are today. You just closed a deal today with Helion, the CEO of the Day&Day Company, and in keeping with tradition Rhys gave you a gift. You had taken the rounds of giving you a gift every time someone closes a deal after you had muddled through a virtually impossible one, and Rhys wanted to thank you.

You laugh thinking about what Rhys could have gotten you; last time it was a pink cowboy hat that now hangs above your bed. You enter his studio and are greeted by an incredible image.

Rhys is behind his desk, behind a small cage, inside of which is an owl inside.

"Whose owl is it?" You ask bewilderedly, as you approach. It's really beautiful, and you can't help but touch its feathers, feeling how biting they are.

"Yours." Your friend simply says, as he walks around the table to come beside you and put an arm around your shoulders.

"Did you really gift me an owl?" Ask shocked and amused at the same time.

"You love the little one from Harry Potter, so i thought it would be a good gift." He responds as if it were the most obvious thing.

"You are not well my darling." You comment before turning to him and looking into his eyes. "Thank you, though. I've always wanted an owl, ever since I saw Harry Potter when I was little." You finish laughing as you hug him.

He returns the gesture, but not before whispering something in your ear.

"They had thought of another gift also, however, I need to know if you want it or not." Rhys says, pulling away from the embrace a little, but still holding me in his arms.

It has been a few years now that the slight boundary between friendship and something more is becoming more and more blurred, constantly flirting with each other or through gestures that blatantly no two friends would ever make, so much so that your friends do nothing but tease you.

"And what would that be?" You ask in a whisper. He adjusts a strand of your hair, then approaches your ear again.

"Well a dinner in your favorite restaurant, at seven o'clock, just you, me and a bottle of wine." He proposes, and looking into his eyes you understand perfectly that tonight the relationship between the two of you will inevitably change, you have been pretending not to know this for too many years now by covering your eyes, but at the same time you cannot wait for the moment when it will happen.

"You can count on it." You respond by leaving him a kiss on his cheek, already dreaming of receiving a different kind of kiss from him this evening.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

i do this thing where I randomly hyperfocus on one character or ship and obsess over them for a bit before moving on (sometimes i don't move on but whatever) and right now it's shinobu... so!! lil tw btw

Sanemi was worried. He had been keeping an eye on Shinobu ever since Kanae's death. The change in her was very easily noticeable but not out of the question—people delt with grief in such a large abundance of ways that almost any reaction was reasonable—so when she abruptly changed her personality entirely, he didn't pay too close attention to it. It was concerning, of course, especially when he realized it seemed to be a mirror image of Kanae's. But he let her be, not wanting to press her or make her feel any more overwhelmed than she must be. She would go back to how she'd been before eventually, right? The feisty, impulsive girl she used to be.

But she didn't. And even then, this wasn't what worried Sanemi. She could take her time dealing with everything. She had a huge responsibility on her shoulders as a Hashira and a nurse, and so much more, so if she kept up like this Sanemi couldn't really judge. What did worry him was what she had told the Hashira one day. She had stopped them from leaving after one of their biannual meetings, though she didn't include Giyuu, and told them her plan. It was, all an all, a horrible plan.

Okay, no. It had merit. But it was suicide. Willingly giving her own life up—knowing full well that it might not work, that her sacrifice could be in vain? Sure, the Hashira basically did this every day. Every Demon Slayer did. But fuck. What was she doing?—mixing poison into her blood? What the fuck?

And the fact that nobody could really stop her at this point. She told them that it had been nearly a year since she'd begun the process. She told them to not even try stopping her—because she was set on this decision, because she would not let over a year's worth of planning go down the drain, because this was already a matter of life or death and there was no room for hesitation anymore.

Nobody liked it. Not Sanemi, not Gyomei, not Mitsuri, not anyone. Even Muichiro seemed mildly in touch with reality, gazing at her uncertainly. He didn't speak, but his unease was clear. Some of the Hashira tried reasoning with her—Mitsuri tried the tactic of mentioning Kanao, Obanai asked what would happen if she died beforehand, and so on—but their arguments were met with a wall, falling flat to the floor. She would not budge. Sanemi, however, kept quiet. Of course, he had lashed out immediately after the words "I'm going to let Uppermoon two eat me" had been delivered, but then had stood back, watching.

He noticed how tense Shinobu was. She probably hadn't planned on sharing the strategy she had devised, no doubt she'd figured she'd do it alone. But with a war creeping so closely at their heels, she wanted to enlighten them. Or maybe prevent them from going after her prey.

After Shinobu shot down the last bits of objections to her plan, the Hashira slowly filed away, drained by this meeting. Sanemi pulled Shinobu aside as the last of them left. She raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms.

"Come to lecture me?" she asked, clear irritation written in her tone. For a moment, he reveled in her anger, glad to see her mildly like her old self. Then he went back to the point.

"Basically."

"Listen, I'm not going to change my mind. I already thought this through a dozen times per day for over a year—you really can't stop me at this point," she said, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

Sanemi's lips tugged into a frown. "What about Kanae?"

"What?" She stared at him for a moment, blinking.

"Kanae. What about Kanae?" he repeated patiently.

She appeared confused, momentarily. But then her expression contorted, mirroring his frown and she glowered up at him. "What about her?"

"She wouldn't like this. She wouldn't want you to do it. For her, or for yourself," Sanemi said slowly, as if speaking to a child. Because fuck, maybe she was a child! She was only 19, she had no right to be throwing herself into death's arms simply to avenge her sister.

"Speak for yourself," she scoffed, though she averted her eyes, one hand tightening on her upper arm. "Whether she wants me to do this or not, I'm going to go ahead and continue. Why do you even care?"

He gave her an incredulous look, though she still wouldn't meet his eye. "You're basically my sister, at this point. Like it or not, I'm going to look after you."

"Well there's no need!" she snapped, turning to glare at him, amethyst eyes flaring. "I'm an adult, I can care for myself, I can make my own decisions. Stop treading on glass around me as if I'm still a child—because I'm not! I never asked for your help!"

Her fury made Sanemi take a step back, eyes dilating by a fraction. He scowled. "I can't let you do this. It's not even just about Kanae. I couldn't let you just skip off and-"

"You don't get it! It is about Kanae! It's only ever been about her! That demon—that son of a bitch!—absolutely wrecked every-fucking-thing! Your protection isn't anything I asked for. I'm doing this for Kanae!" Shinobu snapped, stepping forward and tilting herself up on her tiptoes. Her finger was jabbed into his chest, pressing hard.

"And what—I'm not? I don't care if you want to avenge her, do that! But not like this! Not in a way that completely guarantees death! Stop sounding like a suicidal maniac, this is insane! Deliberately feeding yourself off to some crazed demon?? Who's to say this will even work? Who's to say you won't die from the poison yourself? This is idiotic, you can't do this!" Sanemi's voice was growing in a crescendo. He didn't mean it, but she was being enfuriating! What the fuck was going on in her mind?!

Shinobu's eyes narrowed. "What do you take me for? Some dumbass who saunters into battle like it's a ball? No! I'm not some ditzy little girl in need of a big strong man to swoop in and save me—I never was. I thought about this. I did my research. I'll say it now, and you can't change the fact that I'm not going to do anything else. Like it or not—I'm doing this. I'm fucking doing it," she said firmly.

They glared at each other for a long second before Shinobu huffed and turned away, marching out of the Ubuyashiki Estate garden. Sanemi stood there as a turmoil of emotions swept through him. He swore under his breath, running an angry hand through his hair and stomping out after her.

Fuck.

i got carried away 💀 i had no plan so idk what i just wrote

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. Hi! Can you help me look for this fic (cause its been months since the last time I read it) wherein WWX is LWJ’s husband and he is teaching in gusu wearing gusulan robes? I remember students likes wwx that one sect leader went to Cloud Recesses to insult wwx for seducing his son.

Btw, the fic includes photos of WWX wearing gusulan (white robes) (I think they got the image where Xiao Zhan was Shi Ying)

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2. Hi! Can you help me find these 2 fics. Thank you very much

A) Twitter thread fic wherein nyancheng went to book signing of his fav author zewujun.  I remember after the book signing, lxc reach out his hand for handshake and when they shakehands, bolts were felt and they went into heat/rut. Apparently they are soulmates. Nyancheng was embarrassed because his ears and tails pop out due to heat. (I actually forgot lxc animal trait)

B) Modern Au where in wwx is in the airport with police and ambulance because apparently wwx plane went missing for 13 years (???). The people in the plane (including wwx) thought that they have been in the plane for few hours but outside the plane, its been years. Wwx didn’t even aged up while his family (including lwj) aged up

2B)

看客散去唯你我不忘 | the world forgets but i still remember you by prettyxianxian (T, 11k, wangxian, modern, manifest au, flashbacks, multiple POV, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, everyone lives au, insecurities, JC & WWX reconciliation, good parent YZY & JFM)

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3. Hey! I hope you guys are doing great and resting in the midst of everything in life and updating this blog as well. Unfortunately, I fear I'm here to add to your burdens 😅

So I was looking for this fic. I remember it being set in the Canon era where Wei Wuxian is just extremely intelligent, and he goes on this  whole tirade about how he came to the conclusion concerning the waterborne abyss witht the use of talismanic theory in the library while Lan Wangji makes the charcoal for him to write and at the end Wangji is just so fascinated by Wuxian while the latter is like, "sorry for unloading that whole thing on you" kind of vibe. 

I can't seem to remember what the name is. I was looking for it in my history, and it's just so difficult when it's just that kne scene you remember. Do you suppose you could help my misery. Thank you in advance. @poetic-writes

FOUND? 🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 663k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

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4. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where wwx is a musician in university living in this huge dorm. He sometimes hears beautiful piano music (lwj) coming from somewhere in the building but he doesn't know where. They start to play music together and don't know each other's identities. They don't find out each other's identities until graduation or something. @its0nnetflix

FOUND? sounds like through a window softly by impossibletruths (T, 14k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, music au, neigbors, graduate school, music as a love language) on AO3 except that LWJ is a violin player

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5. okay, i once started reding a wangxian fic that was based on another fic called "the simplest way forward" and it was like this, wangxian were roommates and someone dropped Yuan off at their door and that's all i remember because i didn't finish it and now i can't find it, help me please and thank you <3 @akutamichan

FOUND? so take my hand (take my whole life too) by cicer (E, 92k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition, oh my god they were roommates, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, this fic is not about trauma, it’s about the yearning, slowburn)

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6. hi! i was looking for an E rated sbwy gym fic where wwx thinks of him and lwj as really good gymbros. one point theyre at a smoothie(?) place where wwx says hes glad they started seeing each other (as friends) but lwj interprets it as romantic. jc had said wwx was feminine when theyre were 14 or smth and so wwx has a mild complex abt it. i rmbr wwx has an old flip phone and nhs makes a joke how wwx is rich enough to buy a new smartphone instead, also when lwj sends photos it takes forever to load in. i think lwj did soundtracks for movies too? and wwx mentions watching those movies for him. sry thats all i rmbr! i believe its possibly deleted, and if so does anyone have it downloaded?

#6 has been privated I think 😓

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7. For the next fic finder I was wondering if you could help me find two specific Hogwarts AUs?

- Moved to a YiZhan FF/ITMF post

The second one is really vague and I’m sorry for that but I remember a WangXian fic where Wei Wuxian is part Veela and maybe he’s a Slytherin or Hufflepuff? I can’t seem to remember anything else besides there being a focus on Wei Wuxian’s volatile nature and battle prowess due to his Veela blood. He may have also killed a guy, or at least severely harmed some guy in self defense. I loved their world building and I’m so upset that I’ve lost both of them. Thank you for the help in advance.

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8. Hey! Been following for a while and enjoying all the finders and recs from this page!

I have a request though, I'm trying to look for this fiction where wei ying is a general (i think) and lan zhan is a dragon, and there's a war between all sect, with the lans, the nie, and wen on one side, against the jin and jiang on the other. There's also animal shifters among the gentry where I think the jiang might be water birds?? I can't quite remember. The jiang and Jin end up defeated and the others win. Wei ying.is also a genius tactician and is respected by the other side of the war. I can't remember the name of the fiction and I'm desperate to find it. I think it's a completed fic too

Many thanks if you find it! (And could you tag me so I definitely see the post this request shows up if its found?? I forget things easily) @elderredraccoon​

FOUND! Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, graphic depictions of violence, war between sects, war crimes, not JC friendly, happy ending)

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9. Hi! I'm looking for a WangXian fic where WWX and LWJ go back in time but WWX goes back a very long time before his birth. He holes up in the Burial Mounds and becomes notorious as the YLLZ. He's also pretty depressed I think? When WWX realizes that LWJ is born he storms into the Cloud Recesses and demands LWJ's hand in marriage -- LWJ is only 12 (I think) at this point and LQR and LXC are horrified but LWJ agrees without their input (he still has his original memories). WWX starts out just treating LWJ like a child he's very fond of but when LWJ gets older and becomes an adult, they resume a sexual relationship and I think WWX comments on how they're slowly shifting their dynamics from Kind Mentor WWX/Young Mentee LWJ to Bratty Bubbly WWX/Calm Dominant LWJ. I remember really liking this fic but I don't remember what any of its tags were or whether it was a single fic or a series of one shots etc etc. I would appreciate the help! @sssrha​

FOUND? An Unusual Betrothal by ahealthydoseof (G, 74k, wangxian, time travel, age difference, immortality, BAMF WWX, younger LWJ, older WWX, misunderstandings, fluff & crack, worried parents, rabbits, food, non-sexual intimacy, murder, fix-it of sorts, developing relationship, humor, arranged marriage, jealousy, friendship, family feels, dysfunctional family, fatherhood, angst, hurt/comfort, mentor WWX, natural disasters, sworn brotherhood, serious injuries, kissing)

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10. Looking for a fic, please help! the wens had won the war years ago. I only remember a scene where lan wangji and the juniors were in a shop or restaurant of some sort and wen xu comes in and intimidates lan wangji to where the juniors defend him. He thanks them later saying it’s hard for him to deal with wen xu. (he had lan wangji in captivity during the war, lan wangji still has Nightmares about it). I don’t remember where wei ying is or if he “died”. Thanks!!!!

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11. Hello! I'm looking for 2 fics that I have wanted to rec on ITMFs so many times but just can't find! Both are canon divergent, not modern au.

A) it is a sort of eldritch wwx. He was eaten by a demon that like. Consumed his memories and wanted to be wwx? And then he gets back to sunshot, vomits up wen chaos teeth, has sex with lan zhan and also eats cows whole? Its a good one!

B) this one I remember just one scene. It is post sun shot, a confrontation at the jin banquet with yllz wwx. Yu Ziyuan is alive and checks his core in public and realizes he is coreless (i really think its her! But maybe someone else...). This might have been schemed by wen qing? Fix it after this point i think. @absurdlyadmiredarmchair​

11A)

FOUND! You are what you eat by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 17k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eldritch WWX, Horny LWJ, Body Horror, Possession, of a sort, Cannibalism, kind of, Mild Gore, Teeth, Fluff and Humor, Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Monster sex, Switching, Light BDSM, Rimming, Self-Lubrication, Seriousness treated Crackily, Implied/Referenced Torture, Dead WWX)

11B)

FOUND! seldom all they seem by Fahye (E, 24k, wangxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage, or rather arranged betrothal, weapongrade thirst)

not found Yearning for Miles by Murahi (M, 378k, WangXian, LQR/SiSi, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, Mutual Pining, seeing the future) There is a scene like this quite far into the fic. It's chapter 64 to be precise 😊

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12. anyone know of a fic where wwx falls into the wen treasure room after sunshot, it's the only thing i remember about it

I don't know what the fic for #12, but I think I've read it before and Wen Qing & Wen Ning show a group of people onto the Wen throne room through a back door, and WN had to open it as it could only be opened by a male Wen. There was a big Wen family tree on the wall of this secret entrance.

FOUND! Better Things to Do with a Flute in Wartime by Anonymous (E, 365k, MingXian, WangXianJue, Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, Magical Healing Cock, Dual Cultivation, mild Dom/Sub, Undernegotiated Kink, Golden Core Reveal, Breathplay, Choking, Painplay, Subdrop, Topdrop, Major Character Injury, Canon Divergence, What-If, Temperature Play, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fisting, Spanking, PTSD, Trauma, Self-Harm, (in the pursuit of cultivational badassery) Something similar happens in chapters 43-45

Not FOUND! ❤️ Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, AU after cold spring, Political Marriage, Dysfunctional Family, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, LQR bashing (not really), POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Eventual Happy Ending, BAMF WWX, JC is actually a lot better than canon, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, YZY bashing (again not completely)) the one mentioned with the wen family tree is, in chapter 33

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13. Hi 

Firstly, I want to say thank you, this blog is awesome, and I have found so many good Fics to read as well as find ones that I have lost or forgot to bookmark. 

Secondly, I would like help to find a fic, from what I remember Wei Ying was drunk on the rooftop when someone approached. In his drunken state, he thinks it was Lan Wangji that showed up so he goes on saying things like are you here to punish me again. He also asks why Lan Wangji hates him so much, but the whole entire time it was actually Lan Xichen he was talking to. I think it takes place after he got punished for drinking in Cloud Recess, and then something happens and he almost falls off the roof but Lan Xichen catches him. Lan Wangji had apparently witnessed the whole thing and tried to apologize but Lan Xichen coldly tells him the apology should be given to Wei Ying instead when he wakes up. 

Again, thank you so much in advance. 

FOUND? a tide in two seas by occultings (microcomets) (E, 81k, WangXian, Parallel Universes, Modern with Magic, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Established Relationship, Mild Horror, Case Fic, mildly sci-fi, JC & WWX Reconciliation, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Married Couple, Love Confessions, Weird Plot Shit, i honestly don't even know how to tag this fic but there is freak4freak occurring, {Podfic} a tide in two seas by littleglasselephants)

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14. Hi 👋,  for the next fic finder - im trying to find a fic i saw awhile back. I cant remember too clearly but i think lwj got separated from the lan clan when he was young and found himself in a brothel. I remember when he was young - he only had to clean etc but as he was growing,  his good looks started getting noticed. I think he also asked someone to curse him so he looks hideous or something. 

Please help me find this 🙏.  Thank you so much 🌸

FOUND? Turn Left by kianspo (M, 204k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters,  Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

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15. hi! i’m looking for a fic that’s gone missing! it’s a modern au, where lan zhan and wei ying are strangers that are matched by a hotel and are going to spend wei ying’s heat together. it’s supposed to be a hotel where u can safely share a heat without the threat of pregnancy but they throw that out the window and just spend it together. oh! it’s a smut fix lol. but yeah that’s about it. hopefully u can find it, i randomly thought ab and could not find it anywhere :’) 

random detail: lan zhan’s cello fingers were pointed out @alt-stay

FOUND! Lucid by lazulink (E, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Assigned Heat Partners, Strangers to Lovers Speedrun, Scenting, Nesting, Knotting, Mating Bites, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Humiliation, Blow Jobs, Breeding Kink, Spanking, Consensual Non-Consent, Consensual Somnophilia, Breathplay, Loss of Virginity, Light Dom/sub, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, PWP, Intersex Omegas, Under-negotiated Kink, Implied Future Mpreg)

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16. Strange one again, I'm looking for a fic that mentions the situation at Lotus Pier is made harder by the fact that JFM has his servants, YZY has hers, but because they're so separate, nobody knows whether his servants outrank hers or whose orders take precdence, and how WWX gets tangled in it. Pretty sure it's a Lan commenting on the disharmony, but not 100%.

FOUND? Alliance AU by Ilona22 (E, 17k, wangxian, ABO, arranged marriage, intersex omegas, canon Jiang family dynamics, not JC friendly, matchmaking, night hunts) is 'Lotus Pier' Ilona22 is the third fic in their Alliance AU. It's an ABO series, and the bit about the separate household is from the perspective of a servant there witnesses happy Wangxian at the Lotus Pier markets

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17. Hi! For your next fic finder can I please request this wangxian time travel fic where LWJ goes back to where WWX just reappeared after the burial mounds and LWJ asks him to marry him and WWX takes it as a joke??? thank you! @iyo-luv

FOUND? Lan Wangji's Prank by shiroakuma (E, 23k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, everyone lives au, pining, golden core reveal, YLLZ WWX, first kiss, first time, love confessions, wangxian get happy ending) hi!! so, for the last fic finder, #17 might be "Lan Wangji's Prank" by shiroakuma? i say might bc lwj asks to court wwx, not marry, but this is the only fic that came to mind when i read the request <33

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18. So I’m looking for a specific fic that I know is on ao3, can’t remember the name of the story nor the author though.

And that’s after looking through my history on ao3 for over an hour.

All I really remember from it was that it was short, like one to ten chapters long.

(And yes I do consider 10 chapters short)

It took place in cloud recess study arc, jiang Cheng punched or got into a physical fight with Jin Zixuan, in the classroom if I remember correctly.

Wei wuxian was injured. Somehow, story could be after the waterborne abyss.

Oh and the Jiangs asking WWX why he didn’t defend Yanli. Despite the fact he’s injured on the floor. @ravenwithwings​

FOUND! If only you knew (what goes on in my mind) by makexianxianhappytoday (G, 7k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, angst w/ happy ending, not Jiang friendly, protective LWJ)

Not FOUND! No Refunds, Satisfaction Guaranteed by la_muerta (E, 20k, WangXian, Robots & Androids, Childhood Friends, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Rimming, Come as Lube, Semi-Public Sex, Light Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dom/sub Undertones)

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19. Hello! I’m trying to find a fic where lan zhan orders a sex robot/android and wei ying goes to deliver it but there’s a problem with getting it up to the apartment so he goes to the apartment to talk to lan zhan and lan zhan mistakes him as the robot and wei ying for some reason decides to go along with it? Please help I can’t seem to find it anywhere! 🙏💜 @rainingkittens​

Not FOUND! Heartspots & Human Things by flowerofgusu (E, 17k, wangxian, major character death, modern, romance, falling in love, angst w happy ending, with a twist, grief/mourning, versatile wangxian, eventual smut, demisexual LWJ, tragedy with a twist, tenderness, second chances, learning to love again, sex robot WWX, morally grey NHS)

FOUND! No Refunds, Satisfaction Guaranteed by la_muerta (E, 20k, WangXian, Robots & Androids, Childhood Friends, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Rimming, Come as Lube, Semi-Public Sex, Light Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dom/sub Undertones)

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20. hello! thank you for your help. I'm looking for a modern au fic where wwx was in an abusive relationship with wen chao (or wen zhuliu? one of the bad wens). all I remember is that a-yuan was wen chao's biological child and wwx wanted to protect him so he suffered the abuse for years and when wen chao went to prison wwx adopted a-yuan. hopefully someone recognizes

FOUND! how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 90k, wangxian, modern, coffee shop au, nonbinary LSZ, hurt/comfort, trauma, past abuse, past domestic violence, healing, hurt WWX, found family, hospitalization, therapy, single parent WWX, pining, teacher LWJ, unreliable narrator, chronic pain, queer platonic relationship, genderfluid WWX, autistic LWJ, fluff & angst)

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[jeannereames]

Do you see memes and shitposts about Alexander and his time? If yes, do you like them, you hate them? Would you change something about these memes?

I’m sorry. I’m just really curious about what a professor thinks about this. Do you perhaps have a favorite Alexander meme?

Well, for me there’s a big difference between memes and shitposts. The former can be rather entertaining, the latter are just trolling. Don’t feed the trolls. I realize I’m perhaps defining shitposting more narrowly than some, but there’s enough of the narrow sort out there I don’t want to confuse it with memes.

Meme are great. I have two favorites, although not about Alexander, ironically. I’ve shared them below. Both show up in my class Power-points, btw! Many of my colleagues also enjoy clever memes. My buddy Borja Antela was trying to collect some on Alexander last year. For a while, I followed Alexandergoatmemes on Instagram, but finally left because about 85/90% of them seemed to be about Alexander naming cities after himself. Sure, it’s funny maybe the first 20 times, but at 100+?

So memes are great. Shitposting and ignorant-posting, however, are annoying.

I’m deliberately creating that third category. Shitposters know they’re posting shit; ignorant-posters (usually) don’t. The latter put up videos, tweets, or blog entries about (in this case) Alexander that perpetuate a lie, a false quote, or an oversimplified-and-mostly-wrong factoid. Some ignorant-posters are just reposting what they heard because they don’t know any better and may receive correction well enough—especially if offered politely. Yet others get upset (sometimes disproportionately so) when their errors or distortions are pointed out.

This can be about controversial matters, such as Alexander’s putative “sexuality” or it can be something surprising. I once had a fellow fly off the handle when he posted that Alexander was left-handed and I (gently) corrected him.* You’d have thought I’d called his mother a whore. It seemed quite silly…except that left-handedness used to be considered a Very Bad Thing. So being able to claim famous people as lefties was apparently more for him than just leftie pride.

Aside from oddities, most of the ignorant-posting I’ve seen comes in three main types.

First, we have the religious/spiritual/life-coach sorts who usurp Alexander for a moral lesson—not unlike the orators of the (Roman-era) Second Sophistic, or both Muslims and Christians in some of the Alexander Romances. Alexander has ALWAYS been a malleable figure for lecturing. Ergo, he pops up in homilies/sermons as a parable, like his supposed Last Three Wishes. It is, of course, total bullshit, but there’s quite a lot of stuff like it out there. People read it, go “Aww,” and reblog without bothering to check if it’s correct. It has “the authority of hearsay.” These can be either Alexander-positive or Alexander-negative parables, btw.

See also: quotes attributed to famous celebrities that they never, in fact, said. Alexander gets these too. The ¡Inspirational! “Army of Sheep Led by a Lion” is especially egregious, as it’s a general proverb that appeared well after Alexander (no, he didn’t say it). It seems to be currently popular, along with, “There is nothing impossible to him who will try” (also not ATG). Yet these make great quotes for those damn “Inspirational Posters.” Here’s a whole page of them, lion quote right at the top, suitable for a Power-point!...with no attempt to verify their authenticity or say where they got them. But the image with the quote below is especially funny as they even put a date on their fictional quote. If it has a date, it must be true! Netflix, btw, used that bloody quote even though I told them not to; it was fake. Didn’t matter.

Second, we have the alt-right/white supremacist groups, or hangers-on who might reject the label (coyly or not) but embrace much of its Eurocentric thinking. These folks present Alexander as spreading good [white] Western values to the poor benighted East [brown people]. It’s essentially warmed-over Plutarch with a dash of Curtius and some Arrian. Their Alexander even sometimes has longish flowing (blond) locks and is oddly tall.** Like Thor. I stay the hell away from them but have occasionally stumbled over them on Tik-Tok.

Anyway, the alt-right crowd may have read some about Alexander, written by other alt-right guys who take material from a carefully curated set of “accepted” histories: Arrian and Plutarch, and not just Plutarch’s Life of Alexander, but his double-essay from the Moralia, “On the Fate or Fortune of Alexander.” They tend to be war/conquest-approving and see the Greco-Roman past as some pure Aryan utopia from which we’ve fallen into our “wretched age of iron.”*** Of late, a lot of their associated images are AI generated, btw. A couple examples below.

Last, and on the opposite end of the spectrum are the Alexander-was-Queer-AND-Wonderful, and oh, boy, some of them also don’t want a single bad thing said about their hero. They may know relatively little about his life aside from his putative gayness, but are just as resistant to/resentful of being corrected in their errors and romantic oversimplifications.

And that is what all of these categories share: oversimplification for the sake of a particular social and/or political agenda.****

Isn’t it, then, also shitposting? No. Because shitposters intend to stir the pot. They may or may not believe what they say, but they’re saying it TO get a reaction. Like the Tweet Heard Round the Alexander-verse after the Netflix thing (below). THAT was a shitpost. His entire goal was to go viral, and he succeeded.

By contrast, ignorant-posters usually aim for a particular audience and rarely expect to go viral outside their circle. Nor do they expect to be corrected. When they are, they react with surprise and anger. (Again, there are exceptions.)

I tend to observe these things, but rarely engage—although I did engage more when I was a young grad student. Now if I reply, it’s general (as here), not to the original post/tweet itself. TBH, I have books and articles to write, classes to teach, and papers to grade. 😉 I don’t have time for flamewars.

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* Yes, I made Alexander left-handed in Dancing with the Lion, partly for the hell of it. But there’s zero evidence one way or the other—which I point out in my Author’s Note at the end of book 2, Rise.

** BTW, there’s a Whole Thing out there online about Alexander as tall, even Super Tall, claiming evidence which they don’t actually cite (correctly). Note the “many stories suggest….” Oh, really? These are? Anyway, I don’t think the author of that blog entry is alt-right—which is why I put it as a footnote—but dig the wacko AI white-haired Nordic Alexander at the top! And I’m still chuckling at a 7-foot-tall Alexander. Good Lord, how tall would that make Hephaistion?

*** Yeah, that’s a little bow to Hesiod’s theory of the Ages of Man.

**** Note that I didn’t include Greek Nationalists. While some of them also swing right (Golden Dawn, Front Line, National Reform Party, etc.), many are more moderate. Alexander is a Greek hero, and if what’s presented about him by some is also oversimplified to fit a national narrative, it doesn’t spring from ignorance so much as deliberate choice and what they learned in school/at home. Think about what the average (white) American knows about George Washington or Thomas Jefferson, or for that matter, the average native person about Tecumseh or Crazy Horse.

[pumpkinsy0]

angela with bpd hcs ? 🫶

finally,,,,ive been asked about this,,,,

BTW SO EVERYONE IS INFORMED, bpd and bipolar disorder r TWO DIFFERENT THINGS!!! bpd is more about having an unstable self image AND mood while bipolar disorder is more so about having high and low moods, ive seen a lot of ppl confuse the two!!

and if i say something that u wanna correct me on, pls let me know🤞🏽🤞🏽

•when it comes to bpd, environmental factors play a HUGE factor into it, especially traumatic events/hardships in ur childhood, and angela has a very unstable house life, so how she got it is pretty explainable

•sometimes angela has these explosive outburts, and its not like she WANTS to get angry and show attitude towards curly and tim, it literally just happens

•speaking of curly and tim, angela has this fear of abandonment, and it rlly only gets worse when tim and curly r BOTH locked up at the same time, they rlly do try to avoid that from happening but sometimes they fuck up sometimes, and they know how much angela hates it, so they call her when they can and she visits when shes able to

•them both getting locked up is actually why pony had that breakdown in twttin

•angela always has this feeling of just emptiness/numbness and she desperately tries to ignore it by any means possible

•has a bit of anger management issues, sometimes she gets so angry she destroys something that she holds dear to her heart (or just simply likes) and after everything is said and done she them gets upset over that

•now at the end of the day, angela loves her brothers, however, her relationship w them is unstable, sometimes she clings onto em and loves them, other times she pushes them away and wants to be left alone

•she doesnt get officially diagnosed w it, she doesnt even know wtf it is, she thinks how she feels is just “part of being a shepard”

•she has her moments of derealization or depersonalization, they dont last longer than like maybe a week, but it still scares her, tim and curly know about it but doesnt know how to help her during them

•to everyone else, angela seems strong and like nothing could ever bring her down, but really, there are times where angela flat out cannot stand herself but its always flip flopping between that and thinking shes untouchable

•angela completely shuts down when shes upset and stays in her room, her room is her safe space

•as a result of her bpd i feel like she’d also have insomnia

[sarroora]

I shall indulge in your request because I also ain't been feeling too hot so 💃

Sort of akin to what you just asked me, what do you think gets the boys feeling down and what do they do to console themselves/what do they do to console another member of the gang?

(also have you got any extra Fancy headcanons cos I feel like nobody talks about him)

(I know the feelin bruh, you’re not alone, my mental state is very bad these days but I’m trying. Hang in there)

Long post ahead -

*T.C.’s pretty well-attuned to what every member of the gang needs in terms of comfort. He knows Benny and Choo-Choo’s love language is physical touch and so that’s the kind of comfort he’ll provide, but it can’t be in public view of other gangs (more on that later).

Spook is normally chill, but sometimes even he gets overwhelmed by concerns over their state and that of the world around them, and so he and T.C. will talk deeply for hours and hours if need be, until the green cat has some clarity.

Brain gets the blues and goes through periods of silence, but isn’t always able to articulate why; it’s actually him remembering some pretty bad times from his childhood, which was pretty lonely. Brain’s fears are actually the ones T.C. relates to the most, and goes out of his way on days like those to affirm with Brain that the gang is forever and no cat gets left behind.

Fancy has a massive weakness when it comes to women - and has his own inner demons about keeping promises, and commitment. He’s terrified his vices might lead to one of the guys getting hurt one day (lol that sounds familiar), but T.C.’s the one who keeps reminding him of the lengths he went to in order to protect them when things got rough. The fact that Top Cat trusts him means everything to Fancy, and gives him a boost of self-confidence.

*Top Cat’s worst fear is loneliness, not poverty. And across all media T.C.‘s shown to be really at his most content when the gang is happy around him.

*If you think about it, a lot of T.C.’s decisions as a leader are fueled by emotion, not pragmatism. There’s this story that I never got around to writing and there’ll probably never be a chance in CGaL…but T.C. taking in Brain was a big deal when the news spread amongst the cat gangs in Manhattan.

Almost everyone thought he was crazy; cat leaders typically have to be very pragmatic about who they allow to join them - life on the streets is brutal, and a ‘gang is only as strong as its weakest link.’

Cats that live alone in Manhattan are much more likely to starve or perish (see tags), so it’s a matter of survival for cats to form groups to help each other get food. No one wants to take a risk on a cat with a disability in such a brutal city, because they’d be jeopardizing the well-being and chances of the entire group. But T.C. took him in and made it work and told everyone to shove it (and it was during these events btw that Chooch realized he absolutely adored and idolized him.)

*T.C. needs to keep a certain image as a cat gang leader in front of others but in reality he has no problem with physical touch at all, especially with the gang. They’re a tight-knit group, they love to catpile, cuddle, hug, everything. Humans, however, are a different story.

Very few people - namely Tony and Patrick - are Blessed(TM) and have Permission(TM) to hug and pet him..but with a few rules. Dibble’s a bit more complicated, because of what he represents and the power dynamic, but ultimately, he’s in the Accepted team. Then there are humans that aren’t allowed anywhere near the cats.

*Last HC: fr when Fancy first joined the gang everyone made fun of him for ‘smelling like a house cat’, after a short stint staying with some humans. He knew they meant well but the comment was still a bit mortifying for a street cat. Easy though - nothing a nice warm session of catpile won’t fix.